Allan Scahill's County Mayo, Lancashire and Cheshire Roots

Only the rich never have to seek out their relatives. Proverb.

Descendants of John JOHNSON-814

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21. Annie HUTCHINSON-43

Married a Mr. Brett
Had 2 twins before marriage Jack and Jean from another man - name not known

DEATH: Died of cancer


35. Audrey SCAHILL-7

BIOGRAPHY: As a young girl Audrey use to like to draw female manequins,and drew them in different poses with various costumes and dresses. My mam said she was a good artist and I remember doing these drawing when I was a kid. Before my dad died he said to Audrey that when she left school he would help pay for her to go to classes so she could make use of this skill. But he died before it could be realised. At 13 years of age Audrey lost all her hair after his death. In Salford, Audrey worked at a factory called Leemings Brothers which was situated at the top of our street, Durden Street. I always remember taking Audrey her dinner round to her on a plate and her waiting at the gate to for her to collect it. One time Audrey refused to go out on strike saying "I have no dad and my mother needs mywages". For sticking it out the bosses gave her a 10 shilling raise.Which was a lot of money in the 1950's. We had a cat named Tibs and Audrey use to put small dresses on it and put it in a dolls cot. The cat just use to lie there and never move, head on the pillow at one end and its tail hanging out the other, as though it new she was just playing.

DEATH: Died due to cancer. Cremated 2 May 1975 at Karrakata Cemetary, Perth, Australia, ashes sent to her mother.

BURIAL: On 29 April 1996 at Weaste Cemetery. Her ashes along with the ashes of her mother Maud Scahill, were buried in plot number is 872N. Her son's, Brian and Allan Scahill along with Debra Martini nee Robinson, Audrey's daughter, dug a small hole in the family grave approximately 18"deep by 12" square and placed both the ashes of Maud and Audrey in the hole and inter-mixed them. It was Audrey's wish to be buried with her father when she died. To mark the grave, which had no headstone, a small square stone block was then placed on top of the area they had dug up.The square stone block is 7" x 7" x 7". It was purchased from A.Brammall of 562 Manchester Road, Bolton. Cost: £45.35 Pence. The name engraved on the marker says SCAHILL and on the back side is the plot number, 872N.


36. Brian Fredrick SCAHILL-8

BIOGRAPHY: Brian remembers sitting on the front step at 22 Duerden Street, Salford, wearing short pants and waiting to be called inside after the birth of his brother, Allan.

MARRIAGE: On the night Brian and Doreen were married. My mam and Georges Barnes brother, Walter, made them a French bed. They put everything into it, including bananas, apples and all kinds of fruit.They tried to find a bell to hang beneath the bed but could not find one.After Brian and Doreen had gone to bed, Walter knocked on the door and asked "Do you need any help?" Next morning all the fruit had gone, they had eaten it during the night.

MARRIAGE: Divorced 5 June 1975

DEATH: Collapsed on Manchester Road, Walkden shortly after walking his dog, Lucy, and picking up his morning news paper. Was assisted by a Carol Mosey who worked as a nurse at Walkden Clinic.

BURIAL: Cremated at Overdale Crematorium on Chorley Old Road, Bolton on Wednesday 1 April, 1998.

EULOGIES:
1. Read by Graham Townshend, brother of Phil Townshend (son-in-law) who was unable to attend.
I would just like to express in a few words about a man who was better at words than most of us, who had a passion for knowledge and sport. A man whose compassion, trust, sarcasm and witty nature have affected all that knew him in one-way or another. To me, Brian was a father-in-law, a Dad and best friend, and he deserves an Oscar for every one of those roles he played. I am very proud to have married one of his four beautiful daughters and to have known him. Not only was he the "life of the party", but to a great extent the life of our lives. Goodnight Brian -God Bless. Phil".

2. Read by Allan Scahill (brother).
Brian Scahill. "Our kid. Or as we affectionately call each other in our family, Reilly. Born on the 7th of March 1936. Brian had just celebrated his 62nd birthday. Like his mother, granddaughter Sarah, grandson Robert and myself he was a Pisces.

Brian was an attentive son, adoring father, loving husband, caring brother and an extremely good friend.

As a son he made his mothers life a lot easier. For many years he visited her and made sure she had her groceries and that her bills we paid on time. Both he and Doreen would run her to Farnworth either on the bus or in a car, then with the aid of a wheelchair push her around, always making sure they stopped for lunch at her favorite fish and chip shop. Brian performed this task week in and week out, and on lots of occasions did not get the appreciation he deserved.


As a father he assisted with the raising of 4 of the nicest girls you could wish to meet. Julie, Elaine, Jacqueline and Gillian. Brian and Doreen also raised 2 boys. Young Brian who died and my son Gary.

Brian and Doreen raised Gary for me while I was in the Army and for that I thank them both deeply. I am proud to say that Gary has a lot more of Brian's attributes than mine. Brian raised Gary to play and appreciate football and of course to support Manchester United. That family trait has now been passed onto Gary's children, Sarah, Brian and Angela.


As a loving husband to Doreen they spent several happy years together. Unlike other separated and divorced couples, Brian and Doreen stayed extremely close and developed a friendship that would be the envy of many.


As a brother, he was the nicest guy I could ever wish to meet, until that is we played cards, darts or pool against each other. Then the brotherly rivalry would come out. Neither of us could pass up the opportunity to make a quick remark, as the other was about to throw a dart or make a pool shot. Brian's sharp wit and fast one liners are something I will always cherish.


My first recollection of Brian was as a youngster of maybe 3 or 4 years of age. He was pushing me in a pram to the nursery school I went to on Chapel Street in Salford. We were behind Salford Royal Hospital and I looked up and saw a bird on the top of a chimney. I pointed at it with two fingers in the shape of a gun and made a noise as though to shoot it. I was amazed to see the bird disappear and I shouted, "I got it. I got it. Brian didn't dissolution me, he just said "Good shot".

My next memory of Brian is chasing me around number 7 Ellesmere Street saying I'm going to murder him. As a delinquent pre teenager of about 11 or 12 years of age, I'd borrowed his watch, never dreaming to ask him of course. Anyway I was hiding under the bed awaiting the wrath of my big brother.
I'm not sure who saved my hide, my mother or Doreen?

In 1991, Brian and my mother came to Canada for a holiday. I rented a motor home for two weeks to tour the Rockies. Also on the trip were my wife Gloria and her mother Elsie. At one particular camp ground, Brian and myself had a few beers and several shots of Canadian rye whiskey. Elsie needed to go to the toilet so Brian offered to show her the way. Now I have to tell you that Elsie was blind in one eye and had only partial vision in the other. It's nighttime in a campground in the Rockies and there isn't much light. Brian is not feeling any pain by this time and off they trudge. The blind being led by the blind drunk. As they crossed the space between the motor home and the toilets, Elsie disappears into a small hole, the kind of hole that is left after removing a tree and it's roots. "Watch out" Elsie says, but it's too late, Brian follows her in. All we could hear back at the motor home was the giggles and laughter of Elsie and Brian. They fell into the same hole coming back. Elsie always remembered that holiday and always laughed about it.

I have many more stories about that vacation and they will be included in my family history album.


Brian enjoyed a good pint of mild, his family dogs, crossword puzzles, educational TV programs and going to Bingo. He liked simple English food and if it contained anything other than salt and pepper he didn't want to know. He liked his tea strong with milk and two sugars. He lived life the way he wanted to, and for that we have to respect him.


In conclusion I would like to say that the hungry years have come and gone Brian. It's now time for you to feast in Heaven.

I'll miss you Reilly, we all will.

BURIAL: Some of Brian's ashes were buried at Weaste Cemetery, Salford, Lancashire, England, on April 6, 1998. Gary Scahill (nephew) and Jacqueline Townshend (daughter), placed the ashes into the family plot, number 872N.

On Sunday 19 April 1998 at 7:20 PM, the remainder of Brian's ashes was buried by the South Saskatchewan River at Police Point Park, Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada.

The hole the ashes were placed into was dug by his son-in-law, PhillipTownshend. In attendance were: Jacqueline & Phillip Townshend, their children, Robert and Jennifer (Brian's grandchildren). Gary & Holly Scahill and their children, Sarah, Brian & Angela (Brian's great niece's and nephew). Allan & Gloria Scahill (brother & sister-in-law). Ruth Frolick (a very good friend). Maia (Allan & Gloria's dog). The spot is situated between two cottonwood trees and is marked by a small pile of rocks at the base of the trees. Directly in front of the trees is a bench, which is on the edge of the riverbank. Each of the family members in attendance took turns in placing a portion of the ashes into the hole. Jackie spoke the following words given to her that morning by her sister Julie:

"Softly the leaves of memory fall. Gently I gather and treasure them all. Unseen, unheard, you are always near. So missed, so loved, so very dear".

Ruth said she would like to say her own personal eulogy: "Friends are very precious and when you loose one it makes it hard to understand or bear. Brian. You were my friend and it meant a lot to me. You were there when I needed someone to talk to. You were one of the dearest friends I've ever had. You were happy that my life was getting in order finally; you expressed that in your last letter. The last time we talked, you said someday soon we would have a tea or beer. Your here now, so I say good-bye and I'll always love you for the great person you are. Goodbye my friend".

The certificate allowing Brian's ashes to come to Canada was supplied by Overdale Crematorium, and is called "The Certificate of Disposal". Registration number is 155490.


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